Renard stayed in the Osmanthus Shop for three whole days, and during the three days he didn't do anything serious but eat, drink and have fun.

Occasionally play a few songs with the proprietress here, and then chant poems against each other, vassal elegance, and live a very comfortable life.

Of course, Lei Ye is not a rich young master who only seeks pleasure, he does all this purposefully.

He was waiting for someone, but the other party was obviously more patient and didn't come to visit for three days.

At night on the third day, Lei Ye held a wine glass as usual and sat on the windowsill to enjoy the night view.

There was nothing unusual in the streets, and well-dressed merchants hurried by, followed by a few carry-carrying feet.

Drunks staggered around each other's shoulders, occasionally raising their wine bags to drink.

The fire in the bakery is blazing, and the freshly baked whole wheat bread is shiny and hot, as if you can smell the sweetness from afar.

On the surface, the streets seem so quiet and peaceful.

In fact, it's a step-by-step calculation.

The merchant and the foot force were all spies, because Lei Ye saw them pass by the gate of the osmanthus square three times in two hours.

The same is true for drunkards, who can find a tavern to drink freely, but they have to hold the wine bag and dry it, not to mention wine, even if they drink water like this, they have to drink it.

The bakery is even more suspicious, obviously there is no business, but the fire is always not extinguished, and bread is constantly baked, piled up like a mountain.

In addition, the patrols that walk around the streets, the ragged homeless people, and the small traders who sell along the streets are mostly spies of the major forces.

Today's Arthur's City is not like a bustling metropolis at all, but the maws of the abyssal beasts, the terrifying monsters that devour life.

Renard finally knew that King Ferdinand would agree to his crazy request, and it was really difficult to be reassuring in such a lonely and trapped situation without a reliable ally.

He took a deep breath and regretted that he didn't bring Heidi, the female Zhuge over, in terms of political sensitivity, the other party was more than ten times stronger than himself.

Thinking of women, Lei Ye's thoughts inevitably drifted to the palace, Sylvia, a woman, should know that she came to the royal capital, why didn't she come to see her for a long time?

Just when he was thinking about it, the door

A slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside, and although the other party tried his best to hide, he was still detected by Lei Ye's powerful perception.

The footsteps approached, and finally stopped at the door.

A sneer hung on the corner of Renard's mouth, the saber gently cut out of the scabbard, and the cold moonlight reflected on the blade of the sword, as long as the other party moved slightly, he dared to guarantee that the other party would not see the sun tomorrow.

However, it was clear that the person who came was not an assassin, and there was a knock on the door, and a deliberately low voice came from outside the door: "Is His Excellency Governor Renard inside?"

In order to ensure that the other party did not intend to let his guard down, Lei Ye directly drew his sword out of the sheath, and then strode to the door, he opened the door suddenly, put the sharp blade on the other party's neck, and asked in a cold tone: "Who are you?"

The person who came obviously didn't expect such a scene, and was immediately frightened: "I, I'm ......"

Arka came out of the next room, flashed directly behind the other party, raised his leg and carried the person into the room, and then followed himself.

Mark looked around and saw that there was no one else in the hallway, so he dodged into the room and closed the door casually.

It was only at this time that the person who came reacted and raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons: "Don't misunderstand, my lords, I'm not here to find trouble. ”

Arka ignored this, and as a professional bodyguard, he skillfully began to search him.

With a wry smile on his face, the man had to raise his hands in cooperation and explained: "I am the messenger of the Marquis Quentin, and tomorrow's birthday is the birthday of the Marquis, and the Marquis has held a banquet in the mansion, and earnestly hopes that the Governor of Renard will be there. ”

Renard raised an eyebrow: "Where's the invitation?"

At this time, Arka took out the invitation card that was kicked in the pocket of the other party's jacket, and wrote the words invitation and other words in a rigid manner.

Renard took the invitation, and the heavy feeling made him a little stunned.

The letter was made not of the usual stationery, but of a sheet of pure gold wrapped in red silk, on which the writing was not written, but sewn with gold thread.

The invitation is also embroidered with the Crowning family's honeysuckle badge underneath, surrounded by tiny diamonds.

Judging from the style and specifications, this should be an invitation card that should only be used when inviting important guests, and the cost of this invitation alone is probably worth several gold

Currency.

Of course, this is not enough to shock Renard, the Cronin family's financial resources are well known, and only such an invitation can match the identity of the other party.

He gently flipped through the invitation card and glanced at the contents on it, the expression on his face did not change: "Your Excellency Quentin invited me to the mansion for a banquet? I don't seem to have any intersection with your Marquis, why did he invite me?"

This is a bit redundant, but both sides know the purpose of this invitation.

The county of Meredith took advantage of the catastrophe to rise rapidly and became a hot force in the kingdom of Arthur, and Renard, as the founder, has a pivotal position.

Now that he has 50,000 soldiers, it is enough to have a huge impact on the situation in Arthur's kingdom, and it is reasonable that all forces are vying to win over him at this moment.

The messenger smiled flatteringly, "It is the intention of His Excellency Quentin to invite you to the banquet, and as for the reasons that we servants should not know, my task is only to deliver letters. ”

The Messenger knew why, but he did not dare to explain it, for he knew his identity and duty very well, and he should not say these words.

Renard looked at the invitation, his expression a little playful: "What will happen if I don't go to the banquet?"

When the messenger heard this, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he said cautiously: "Your Excellency the Marquis just wants to take advantage of his birthday to be lively, if the Governor feels that the time is not suitable, it is okay to set another date." ”

Set another date? Lei Ye raised his eyebrows: "Can the birthday be postponed?"

The messenger smiled bitterly, "The birthday party naturally goes on as usual, and Lord Marquis just wants to find a chance to meet you." ”

The messenger was neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke very rigorously and decently, without the feeling of ordinary people groveling at all.

Reynard can be sure that the other party is by no means as simple as an ordinary servant.

He guessed correctly, the person in front of him was indeed a lobbyist sent by the other party, and in terms of courage and eloquence alone, this person was also the number one person in the queue under the Marquis Quentin.

Seeing that Lei Ye did not give a reply for a long time, the messenger reminded softly: "Your Excellency the Governor, what do you want me to do with the Marquis, if you are willing to appreciate it, the Marquis will definitely be very happy." ”

Reynard flipped back and forth with the invitation, and then fell into deep thought.